Twas the night before Thanksgiving. All the food's in the oven. And I'm in the bedroom performin' self lovin'.

I freely admit I'm confused. I'm a confused and troubled individual but at the same time...Its Free!

I used to psych myself up before the show and now I do the complete opposite: I psych myself down. It's 12:30 at night, you don't want some guy yelling at you. You want some guy just talking to you.

From 1934 to 1963, the biggest criminals in America ended up on Alcatraz. Nowadays they end up on Wall Street.

I think when you become a parent you go from being a star in the movie of your own life to the supporting player in the movie of someone else's.

A new survey says one in three adults will be dressing up for Halloween. As for me, I'm not going to do anything. I'm going as Congress.

This story is true. Of course, there are many lies therein and most of it did not happen, but it's all true. In that sense it is deeply religious, perhaps even biblical.

There's something spiritual in hard work. Spirituality isn't all aromatherapy and scented candles.

There's something I believe wholeheartedly: Cynicism is the true refuge of the pseudo-intellectual, .. Cynicism is easy. Joy is an extremely advanced spiritual and intellectual tenet.

HD doesn't mean anything to me. It's a technical thing. It's like demographics. A lot of people know about it.

I didn't say no because between safety and adventure I choose adventure.

One did not love revolution. One embraced it with horror for the sake of the deliverance to follow.

Professional intellectuals are the voice of a culture and are, therefore, its leaders, its integrators and its bodyguards.

A rational army would run away.

If you take any populated place - any major city in America - and drive 45 minutes from that spot directly out of town you'll be in about as country a place as you'll ever find.

And I am bored to death with it. Bored to death with this place, bored to death with my life, bored to death with myself.

Children are a precious gift, but they belong to no one but themselves. They are only lent us a little while.

Do I love him? Yes. But when the final battle comes, I'll have to kill him. That's just our reality. We both know exactly where we stand."- Francesca

They yell at me because I can't see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs.

We live in an inter-dependent world. An isolated India is not in our interest.

... why do people who live in the country always give themselves such airs?